Hollywood Lover Chapter 440

After taking the towel, Tang Yan wiped off the water from her eyes, and didn't dare to move any more. She quietly felt the slight numbness from Zhang Dongcheng's fingertips mixed with the water flowing over her scalp. He bowed his head, feeling the unique smell of his hand.

Squeeze the lavender-scented shampoo into the palm of your hand, moisten it with water and rub it a few times to make it foam, and then apply it to the hair, starting from the tip of the hair and hitting the root of the hair. Zhang Dongcheng's The movements are gentle and slow, as if treating the most precious artwork in the world, gently rubbing it.

Hair is soft but not hard, so you must not scratch your scalp and rub your hair vigorously after shampooing, this is a very unscientific method, the scalp and hair phosphorus tablets will be damaged, and Tang Yan follows Zhang Dongcheng's method of maintenance After a week, I felt completely transformed.

Although this is no longer an advertisement for shampoo, the scene with flying hair is a feature that elevates the whole movie. Zhang Dongcheng naturally doesn't want to change it, and Tang Yan's hair is black and bright, no more than that of the original Chinese and Thai girls are inferior, they will only be better than her.

On the top of the head, the lavender-scented shampoo was being gently kneaded into foam by Zhang Dongcheng. Tang Yan pursed her lips, smiling happily and sweetly. Maybe there would be no more men who wash their hair like this?

Didn't use a hair dryer, the scorching heat isn't good for hair.

And it is still July, the weather is very hot, and the hair will dry quickly at the natural temperature.

Of course, you can't just let the wet hair hang on your body like this. Zhang Dongcheng caresses her hair gently and earnestly, brushes it away from the palm of his hand, and then waits for it to dry naturally. He didn't show any impatience.

Oh my god, I really, really couldn't resist... Tang Yan was almost drunk, in such a night, in such a room, beside him, he was completely intoxicated.

Facing such affectionate Zhang Dongcheng, how many girls can resist?

This movie, which made two people meet as if they were destined to meet, was finally finished after going through twists and turns.

Huaxia Brothers Film Company is not a giant film company in this time and space of Huaxia, and it shoots some literary movies sideways.

Although it is a small audience, there are a lot of audiences who like this taste. Although the development is not fast, Wang Dajun, the general manager of Huaxia Brothers, enjoys it.

No matter which time and space it is in, it is not an easy matter to start a film company. Economic strength comes first, so although Huaxia Brothers Film Company is not big, Wang Dajun's net worth is not comparable to that of ordinary people.

It is precisely because his film company is more literary and artistic, full of humanistic thoughts and unique insights, so Wang Dajun was invited by the China International Micro Film Festival to be a judge, scoring each participating micro film to determine the final champion made.

Wang Dajun, dressed in formal attire, drove to the organizing committee of the International Microfilm Festival, which is a subsidiary unit of the Film Association, and all screenings are conducted here.

"Ha, who am I, Mr. Wang! Hello, hello!" A voice sounded, behind Wang Dajun who had just got out of the car and closed the door.

Wang Dajun turned his head, but his eyes lit up, he stretched out his hands and laughed loudly: "Haha, it's you! Lao Guo! How are you doing at the Shanghai Academy of Drama? I heard you've been promoted?"

Shaking hands with Wang Dajun enthusiastically, Guo Lei, who is now the vice president of the Shanghai Academy of Drama, said with a smile: "I have just been promoted to the vice president, haha, good luck!"

"Luck? It's definitely not luck. You are highly respected in our Chinese film industry. This time, I will take advantage of the Micro Film Festival to learn more from you." Wang Dajun grabbed Guo Lei's hand and kept on pulling him closer. With the relationship between the two.

"Let's go, let's talk while walking." Guo Lei and Wang Dajun chatted happily and walked into the building.

Naturally, Guo Lei, the deputy dean of the Drama Academy in Shanghai, was also invited by the organizing committee of the China International Micro Film Festival to select the participating films. He ran into Wang Dajun, who was also a judge. The two were good friends. People chatted happily.

"Old Guo, ah, I'm going to call you Dean Guo now! Haha, Dean Guo, this time the 5th Micro Film Festival has dozens more participating films than the previous one, reaching over 200. There are many, and there are more than a dozen from overseas, Europe and the United States, which fully shows that our China International Micro Film Festival is getting better and better!" Wang Dajun said excitedly, he is also a person who regards movies as the ultimate goal of life , I want to let Huaxia's movies also go on the world stage.

"What is your name, Dean Guo? You still call me Lao Guo. You are right, this good news is really exciting, but the only regret is that our organizing committee sent an invitation to Mr. Zhang Dongcheng from Hollywood East City Films. He was invited to be the chairman of this micro-film festival, but the official reply from Dongcheng Films was that Mr. Zhang Dongcheng was busy with the post-production special effects of the first Lord of the Rings film The Fellowship of the Ring, and he could not come to participate in a separate body. Hey, if Mr. Zhang Dongcheng, the best director of the Oscars, can come here, the influence of our China International Micro Film Festival will definitely increase." Guo Lei is also the vice chairman of the organizing committee and knows more than Wang Dajun Some.

"Oh, that's too normal. Mr. Zhang Dongcheng is a character who can make Hollywood tremble with a stomp. It's natural that he is busy with work and lacks skills. But Mr. Zhang Dongcheng relied on the "Tuner" micro-movie It was a blockbuster, and if we can come here, then our International Micro Film Festival will not let people know about it." Wang Dajun felt very regretful when he heard this.

"Hey, who said no, I hope to invite him next year." Guo Lei shook his head and sighed.

What the two of them didn't know was that Zhang Dongcheng didn't come to serve as the chairman of the film festival, but he personally shot a micro-movie to participate in the competition. It's an actor's dream, but the best director of the Oscars, if he doesn't win the award, it will be an embarrassing thing for the entire China Film Festival.

Guo Lei chatted with Wang Dajun for a while, then walked unhurriedly into the building, and soon they talked about other topics.

"Dean Guo, oh no, old Guo, haha! Is there any special microfilm this time?" Wang Dajun asked Guo Lei.

Special micro-movies naturally do not refer to masterpieces with earth-shattering content or plots, but ask whether there are any relevant users.

Huaxia society is still a society of personal relationships. Chinese people seem to value this very much. This can be regarded as a hidden rule among hidden rules.

The movies made by the related households will definitely lose some awards, at least they can be nominated, but what Wang Dajun thinks in his heart is that if he knows which movie is made by the related households, he will not watch it. what to do.

Speaking of it, he is also a person within the system. Wang Dajun knows that there are some things that he can't do anything about.

"Hehe, the bigger our name is, the more connections we have, but now some small connections are all blocked, and only some have to be given face." Guo Lei looked around, paying special attention to the fact that there was nothing else. After the others, he whispered in Wang Dajun's ear: "Young Master Liu suddenly wanted to make a movie and invested millions of dollars. He said that he wanted to win a big prize. There are also disciples of Director Chang. Not even an award."

That's all for the disciples of Chang Dao. If you study with a master director, you won't be far behind. However, the name Liu Dajun made Wang Dajun a little dizzy.

Young Master Liu among the Four Young Masters of the Devil City? Hehe, that cheating product?

Wang Dajun's heart was full of contempt, who in the whole magic city didn't know the name of that flamboyant young man? This guy also went to learn how to make movies? Don't you just want to use this name to spoil a few beautiful girls?

He was so upset, Wang Dajun didn't bother to care about it, but he just heard Guo Lei's voice raised a little, and said with interest: "However, there is a very interesting movie participating this year, a nicknamed rich Brother's movie."

"Brother rich?" Wang Dajun was taken aback. Isn't this the same as Young Master Liu? They all use the name of the movie to have other ideas. How could this look that Dean Guo valued?

"That kid is really interesting to say. He has a beard and wears big sunglasses all day. I heard that he is a Hollywood screenwriter. Last week he drove an Audi to our school to recruit actors, and even offered a thousand The high price of 100 yuan a day has tempted our teachers." Guo Lei said with a wonderful expression on his face, as if he was not happy if he didn't earn the thousand yuan a day.

Damn, so rich? Although Wang Dajun was also a rich man, he was quite surprised that he offered a high price of 1,000 yuan a day for such a trick.

"If you have money, you have money. The teachers in our school who went to play a role came back and told me that the guy's micro-movie was wonderful. If he didn't win the big prize, he would never end with me... It seems that the guy not only Only rich, Hollywood is really unfathomable." Guo Lei sighed, shaking his head.

Sister, Wang Dajun still retains the bloodiness of his youth. Hearing other people spending money recklessly, and even finding someone to praise him with big words, he completely lost his appetite. Hehe, he must find some mistakes in that guy's movie. Talking about the selection of the organizing committee, even if you can't stop that guy from winning the award, you still have to disgust him.

Throwing the rich guy aside, Wang Dajun and Guo Lei walked into the selection room, where there were already more than a dozen judges.

After a while of pleasantries, all the judges sat down together and put up the participating micro-movies one by one.

Like all competitions, the level of entries in this International Microfilm Festival is also uneven, but several microfilms have received unanimous praise from the judges, and there are endless praises.

Chapter end

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